Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.